The bed and wooden paneling of the wall creaked as her weight pressed against it. Sivia’s shoulders bore her weight, back against the wall of her room within the Caravaneer’s ship, her ass sticking into the air. Her violet eyes, markers of the Dragon Blight that burned in her veins, gazed eagerly at her twitching cock. They pulsed their purple hungrily, unmoving. With every breath, her formidable dick twitched anxiously, its slit flaring ever so slightly. It wanted to eject its seed, ease the burden upon her swollen balls, but simple masturbation hadn’t been working. In her frustration, curiosity had bettered the Hunter. Her ‘partners’ had commented about her taste in the past, and she currently wasn’t above trying it for herself.

With the Blight in her blood, her body was stronger, more flexible. If there was ever a time to make an attempt... she truly hungered this night. The huntress wanted to taste her meaty cock. With her strong arms, she eased her waist closer to her mouth. Precum dripped from her tip, falling down onto her outstretched tongue. The vague sweetness of the goo goaded her on. Her slow, cautious efforts paid off as her crown entered her mouth. Her tongue fervently lapped at her crown, scooping up the steady stream of pre. Sivia quivered, continuing to push her shaft further into her mouth until she could go no further.

Only a third of her length fit into her mouth. Her body was flexible, but not that flexible. It would have to do, what she had accomplished was already an impressive feat. With expert control, her tongue glided over her aching head, skirting the edges, pushing against her tip. The taste had her shaking, the faint taste of precum, the salt of dried sweat. It was delicious. Faster and faster her tongue danced, teasing her shaft. Sivia tried to wrap around it futily. Her lust driven mind was rather blind to reason at this point. She could feel herself skirting the edge of release she so painfully desired but yet it still wasn’t enough. It still wouldn’t come.

Her hands were the only things holding her down, she could not move them far. Then it dawned on the Hunter. There was one thing she could do, and in her blinding state of arousal, she gave it not a second thought. Scooting her right hand off her ass cheek, she brought it close to her goal. Her asshole clenched tightly in rhythm with her breath, but gave little resistance to the overwhelming pressure of her fingers as she dove in. Sivia searched for it, her other objective, swirling about inside her ass. Stretching her rippling walls forced a stifled moan from her mouth; the cock in her mouth prevented nothing more than her muffled sound of pleasure. Now she was truly riding the line, just a push was all she needed. Then she found it.

She felt the bump that was her prostate, and began to push against it. Her legs shook, her tongue which had been rigorous in its work finally faltered. All she could manage was a sloppy, hap-hazard fellatio. That was it, that was everything she needed. The warmth of her own maw, the flavor of her own meat and fluids, her stretched butthole, her abused prostate. Sivia finally tipped over the edge, a guttural groan erupting from her throat. She felt the sperm rush from her hefty, taut balls straight up her length. Her muscles were already spasming and she could no longer hold her position. The huntress’ cock pulled free of her greedy mouth just before it came.

Her tongue hung out, mouth wide as her thick seed erupted from her twitching dick. It streamed into her mouth, thick gooey wads filling her hungry maw. The taste was exquisite, it made her shake and shiver. Her movement caused her girthy womanhood to swing back and forth. The remaining contents of her load spattered her lips and cheeks with milky white spunk before her orgasm finally ceased. The area around her mouth was almost completely covered in thick ropes of seed. Rivulets of the pearly fluid rolled down her face onto the bed, staining the sheets.

Satisfied beyond words she sat in her awkward pose for a few moments before finally swallowing. Sivia struggled; the thick batter clung to her throat the whole way. Then she felt it, the clearing of her esophagus as the batch of cum slipped into her stomach. She felt full, in complete bliss. This was a high of its own, so much so that her loins knotted one last time and shot a single, sticky rope of spunk across the bridge of her nose. Sivia shivered and fell over, sprawled on her back across the bed. The leftover cum in her softening shaft oozed out onto her stomach, pooling into her navel. Within moments she was asleep, lingering thought drifting in her mind.

What an experience… perhaps she would try again. Maybe she would get even further the next time she did? Fortune favors the bold, as they say.